well please Magistrates whisper obscene and the chances for change this late in the game seem the same as a sinner lost at sea and whenever I hear a bell I feel it's tolling for me I wanna walk just like James Dean bum a smoke from Humphrey Bogart I wanna sing it like Tom Waits parading Truths like a nighthawk I wanna kiss the breast of Ann Falconetti that silent Joan of Arc chorus Last Bit foolish dreams I've always seen I've kept them nestled deep inside this foolish heart ... original song ...
